He took first one nipple, then the other, in his mouth. He didn't just lick and suck--he feasted on her skin, tasting, teasing, arousing. She trembled, her insides melting, that place between her thighs swelling until it ached. He used his tongue, his lips, his teeth until she was incoherent. When he started backing her toward the bed, she couldn't move fast enough.
They reached the mattress. As she stepped out of her sandals, he toed off his shoes. Her dress hit the floor, as did his shirt and socks. She stood in bikini panties, aware that she was fifteen...okay, twenty...pounds over her ideal weight, but instead of feeling self-conscious, she felt lush. Desirable.
Jackson hid nothing. Not the hunger burning in his eyes or the throbbing of his erection. He let his pants drop, then pushed down his briefs and reached for her hand and brought it to him.
"You're driving me to the edge," he whispered before he kissed her.
She touched his smooth hardness, felt the velvety tip and once again shuddered. But when she would have moved faster, steadier, he pushed her hand away and smiled.
"Let's just say my control isn't what it should be."
Because of her? It was the reason that made the most sense and she was going to enjoy believing it. But there wasn't much time to revel. Not with him tugging at her panties, then lowering them.
She stepped out of the scrap of fabric. He eased her onto the bed, then slid in next to her. They came together in a rush of arms and legs and hot, arousing kisses.
He slipped one hand between her legs and groaned as his fingers sank into the swollen, ready flesh. A finger slipped inside her as he used his thumb to circle her center. The combination, done in perfect rhythm, drove her from very interested to panting in about two seconds.
There was something about the way he touched her. As if he knew exactly what she would like. The finger inside her moved more deeply, then curved up toward her belly, finding an internal fun switch that made her open her legs wide and beg for more.
He eased her onto her back. Her eyes were closed as she lost herself in the sensations washing through her. There was too much, she thought desperately. She couldn't come this fast. But she also seemed to have lost control of everything. There was his thumb going around and around, barely grazing her swollen and hungry center. His other finger matched the movement, but from the inside, touching her in a way that made her want to scream. Her skin was hot, her legs shaking. Muscles clenched in anticipation. It was a runaway train of sexual need and she could only hold on.
Without warning, he licked her right nipple. The unexpected contact made her shudder. Then he drew the tip into his mouth and sucked deeply. A second later, her orgasm burst to life, vibrating through her, making her writhe and cry out.
She rode the pleasure, pressing down on his finger. He replaced it with two, filling her more, letting her grind against him. Waves and waves of pleasure crashed into her, taking her along for the ride of a lifetime.
The sensations slowed, then gentled before fading. Katie felt at one with the universe and a little embarrassed by her out-of-control reaction. What would he think of her? That she was some sex-starved crazy woman? Self-doubt, her least favorite personal companion, slid into bed with them.
But before it could get comfortable, Jackson shifted so that he was kneeling between her legs. He parted her, pushed his way inside, and braced himself above her. It was only then she noticed his arms were shaking.
"What the hell were you thinking?" he asked as he filled her. "You could kill a man like that."
She stared up at him. Her first thought was that he was beautiful. Her second was to ask, "What are you talking about?"
He swore again, even as he pushed into her, then withdrew. "You were incredible. So sexy. I could feel you getting close, and then you were coming and I couldn't get enough of it. I don't know how long I can hold back."
He spoke with wonder, but there was also a guttural need. She felt it and saw it. Any lingering doubt faded. She absorbed the feel of him filling her over and over, shifted so she could wrap her legs around his hips and keep him in place.
"You don't have to hold back," she whispered, reveling in his urgency. "I want you."
She moved her hips in time with him, drawing him in deeper. She noticed his gaze kept dropping to her full br**sts, moving with every thrust. Acting on instinct, she cupped them in her hands and ran her fingers across the ni**les. Instantly he shuddered inside her and groaned out his release.
Later, when they were under the covers in her bed, tangled up together, he kissed the top of her head.
"I'm an idiot," he murmured.
"Why?"
"My mother has been trying to get me to ask you out for years. If I'd listened, we could have been doing this for a whole lot longer."
"I've resisted, too," she admitted, looking at him and smiling. "So we're both stupid. We could send small but tasteful gifts."
"Then they'd know we had sex."
"Based on what I know about my parents' sex life, I don't think that's a problem," she told him.